Southern California Living.

I grew up in the suburbs of Los Angeles County and I'm currently living and studying in San Diego. This morning I went on a run on the boardwalk in Pacific Beach (I'm currently training for a half marathon and I hate running. What am I doing!?) and it was a perfect 75 degrees out. It's mid-October. I'm actually getting really sick of having to wear warm weather clothes. I'm pretty sure this happens to to me every year but I guess I have short term memory loss. I can only wear my shorts so many times and in so many ways. I also just don't like how any pair of shorts fit me, my donk and big 'ol muscley thighs make everything look awkward. I can't wear all black because it's too hot and it's midterm week and I'm just complaining about everything. My life is hard, don't question me. On every street style blog and hoarding Pinterest are pictures of stylish fashion ladies in black skinnies, chelsea boots, chunky sweaters, flannels, wide-brimmed wool fedoras and if I tried to wear that today I would most likely melt.

Also, San Diego isn't the most fashion forward place in the world. Don't get me wrong, there are some people that dress really well; just not the ones I go to school with. Most people on campus are clones of one another, I feel like I'm in high school again. If I see one more pair of 'cheeky shorts' riding up a sorority girls butt and 'frat bro' tanks I'm going to die (probably). I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb, even at a major university with over 60,000 students. There's me, a 4'11" girl with fugly milkmaid braids, short-overalls, and snake-skin loafers. That's always been me though, the girl that dressed really weird but actually knows how to dress herself better than you probably (now I'm just being annoying).

I refuse to conform to strictly greek life shirts, Brandy Melville and yoga pants. (I did actually wear yoga pants today with a shirt that says 'I <3 Bacon'. I don't want to talk about it)

I love you California but

when can I move to New York?

October in Sun Diego.

Clothes Before Bros: Decline of Sex Appeal?

Growing up I (for the most part) have always dressed in what I thought was cool. Maybe it was that my mother never let me wear those negative inch inseam cutoff denim underwear from Hollister but I can't remember ever really trying to dress for the opposite sex unless it was a special date or a rare occasion when I tried to dress sexy when I was going out. My mother constantly told me "Boys like long hair" or "Boys like simple girls" etc. She's right. I was never interested in what style boys liked because I knew (or so I thought) I looked damn awesome and if they didn't know that then they can have their simple long-haired girls.

Styles now more than ever are shifting to less and less man pleasing look. From overalls, to top knots, to cargo pants, to boxy blouses, to darker and thicker eyebrows, you get it I know. The new generation of fashionista's and It girls are deciding to dress for themselves (and other women) of course. Thanks to Leandra Medine, "man repelling" is a common action many ladies, like myself, are quite proud of doing. But what does this mean for sex appeal? Is it gone for good? Of course not. The way I see it is that the 'thing' right now isn't dressing sexy but it's having a sexy aura about you. It's not about showing cleavage or a ton of leg, it's about being fierce and owning your style. Personally, I think that's sexier.

Source: Elle.com

I'm currently in the process of moving to a new apartment which is exciting but stressful. My house now is a giant piece of shit, since my landlord, or should I say slumlord, is a conniving asshole.  Except moving just means that I am only six months away from moving to the Netherlands to study there for six months. The only part that I'm nervous about is missing Aidan (my boyfriend). Our relationship has been long(ish)-distance for the past year but we always make sure we see each other every couple weeks. It makes me weak just thinking about not being able to physically be with him for that long. I love him so much it's actually ridiculous. 

In a style limbo

For the past half of a year or so I've been stuck in this weird style limbo; meaning that I have no idea what my style is anymore. It's literally been all over the place, especially since I started working at J. Crew. My mother loves that my style has gotten more cleaned up, at least it usually is. It's put me in a weird identity crisis within the past few months. I've come to realize that I've always sort of been like that. I dress myself day to day simply by wearing what I feel like that morning. I'm trying to embrace this quality about myself. Why stick to one style when I don't just like one style?

Things that I will always always wear:

- a button up
- loafers

(shoes: BP. ; socks: Target Merona [I'm in college alright])

These socks are just an example of how J. Crew has altered my style. I would never would have worn polka dot socks a year ago. Whatever I'm doing, I like it. 

It's 2013

The year 2012 taught me a lot. It was the year that I truly became an adult. I discovered all the good and the bad that came with this stage of life also. Living on my own, paying bills, buying groceries, being completely responsible for myself and my actions. With that also came the realization that I need to get my career going; or at least doing what I can now. The year of 2013 shall be dedicated to school, finding internships, making connections and doing what I love. This means actually using the power of the internet to it's fullest extent. All I have to say is be ready world.